So what seemed like a jackpot for all the size 8 feet on my walk to work this morning, was sadly, not to be.
As I stopped to admire the sidewalk pile of brand new designer shoes, high-tops, sandals, and euro-treads, many with the tags still on them — something wasn’t quite right.
A few other passers-by stopped to look, and possibly take a souvenir, wondering if this was a downtown art installation, or the morning aftermath of a secret summer sock-hop rave party.
With one ironic statement, one fellow cleared things up for all of us: “Yo, if you were a guy with one leg, you’d be a happy man. They’re all lefts.”
Thus explaining why the pile remained intact — all left shoes — no pairs. A quick smile and small laugh from the group, we turned, onward with the day.